Museum of Inscrutability

Detroit may not offer much in the way of culture, but it does play home to the Museum of Inscrutability. Housed in the basement of a decommissioned steel foundary, the museum contains a collection of random objects presented in forever changing confounding displays. A tower of canned food shares gallery space with Inuit scrimshaw depicting fundamentals of croquet and a single brass turkey baster circa 1931. Encountering such seemingly disconnected collections leaves one both bewildered and challenged. Information on display cases is at best vague and at worst opaque. Some astute vistors have conjectured that the museum is really just the latest incarnation of Cleveland's now defunct Museum of Veiled Poetics, but the overt homage to Detroit's industrial past suggests no such agenda. So, do I recommend the museum? It is not a simple yes or no, but more accurately I would say, "I don't know."